Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Here you are, sir,” Megan says, her voice flat as she pulls my chair out for me.
“Thank you–”
“Oh, you decided to show up?” Alice cuts me off. Megan glances at me and makes herself scarce. “Almost a half hour isn’t late enough for you to keep me waiting?”
I laugh. She’s even more adorable when she’s angry. She’s also breathing heavily now, causing her ample breasts to swell up and down as she glares at me from her seat.
“You stuck around, though, didn’t you?” I ask. That really pisses her off, and her anger flashes through her eyes. “I thought you said you weren’t going to show up at all.”
She purses her lips at me as I don’t wait for her response but simply take my seat in front of her. Not only did she show up, but she also put on a beautiful dress, did her hair and makeup, and is wearing some kind of perfume–just a hint, not enough to be overpowering or obnoxious.
But she’s also nervous. Alice Dupont is nervous. I bet this is the first real date she’s been on in months, if not longer. All those powerful men she’s surrounded with daily–those filthy rich businessmen with Ivy League diplomas, high-powered attorneys, CEOs of other companies she does business with–yet it’s me, a New York City courier, she chose to come out with tonight.
And why?
Because I didn’t ask. Because I told her she was coming with me. Alice Dupont is a woman who is tired of being in charge. A woman who is sick of holding the reins. I saw it written all over her face back in her office when I moved in on her and she did nothing about it. She would have let me press my lips against hers back then, and I was barely able to restrain myself from doing so, but I had to. I couldn’t give her what she wanted then.
No. Alice needs to be controlled by a real man. A man who can give her what she really wants. A man who can expose her to a world beyond the one she exists in every day. And then, if she listens and obeys the way she should, then she’ll be rewarded with a kiss…and more.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing here…” Alice says, almost to herself. “I have an early call to Hong Kong tomorrow that I need to be up for.”
I smile. “Come on, Alice. We both know why you’re here.” She looks up at me, crossing her legs in a self-soothing motion. “The monotony of your work has grown tiring. You need something more to satisfy you.”
Alice purses her lips, licking her teeth from the inside. “And that’s you?” she asks, eyeing me up and down. “God, you look young. You’re not still in college, are you?”
That one gets me cracking up. I shake my head. “God, no. I’m twenty-eight, Alice.”
“Twenty-eight?” She sighs. “I’m a cradle-robber!”
“Don’t worry,” I reply, placing my hand on hers. Her skin is so soft, her hand so warm. “Hagmaxxing is a totally acceptable thing now, Alice.”
Her jaw drops, and her face twists in a combination of disgust and interest. “What the hell did you just say?”
“Hagmaxxing,” I repeat. “You know, it’s like the opposite of the whole sugar-daddy thing.”
“You are not getting my money, Damien.”
“Whoa,” I reply, holding out my hands. “Slow down, girl. That’s moving way too fast. You’re thinking about marriage already? This is only our first date.”
Alice is glaring at me when Megan returns with our waters. “Have you had a chance to look over the menu?”
“Oh, no I haven’t–”
“We’re set to order,” I interrupt. Alice looks up at me, eyes intent. “We’ll both do the chef’s tasting menu with the wine pairing.”
Megan smiles. It’s barely there. I notice it, and Alice does too.
“Well, that was easy,” she says. “I’ll get that started for you.”
Alice looks absolutely shocked, her mouth wide, aghast at my brazen behavior. “That was incredibly rude!”
“Oh, hush, you,” I tell her. “You liked it.”
Her jaw somehow drops even lower, forcing me to fantasize about what it would be like to slide my rock-hard erection right in there and let it glide across her shining pink tongue. I wonder how good it feels compared to that pussy she’s got hiding beneath that fancy blue dress she’s wearing.
“And you’re a mind-reader, I suppose?”
“You need a man in your life to take the reins,” I tell her, staring into her eyes. Someone to make some decisions for you, considering how many you make on a daily basis.”
She’s fighting hard not to let her lustful desperation show across her face, but she’s failing. Everything I’m saying is landing. She knows it’s true. She just doesn’t want to express it. Being the business woman she is has taught her to keep her feelings hidden, bottled up, so they can’t be used against her. That’s a habit of hers I’m going to have to break.